Page 88 of Deviant Illusions

His arm is still injured, so I curl my fingers around the sheets, grabbing them in my fist to suppress the urge to touch him as he slowly fucks me. A moan escapes when he kisses over the swell of my chest and sucks the skin underneath my nipple between his teeth. There’s definitely going to be a mark. It gets harder to keep looking at the sky the longer he does it.

“Call me baby again,” he begs. “Make me real, Delilah. Bringmeback as yours.”

I trap the tip of my tongue between my teeth because that’s one thing I refuse to do. He fucked up, but I refuse fall into old patterns. They’ll destroy me if this is another game, and I won’t give him the satisfaction of having anything other than physical from me. This is where we thrive—our bodies, not emotions or mentally, when we only take from the other.

I keep quiet, refusing to do what he wants.

And he proves it was the right decision when he removes his fingers to slap directly over my clit, gritting, “Delilah.” It’s quickly followed with another slap.

It’s taken me all this time to finally come to terms with the fact that Kane is gone. We were both wrong and right. He lied and said that Kane was dead; I lied and said that he was still here. But he isn’t dead and he’s still not here because the real Kane wasn’t violent or demanding. This Kane is. He groans as he stands, grabbing my neck and pulling me towards the window. It’s slower than he would normally move. I don’t fight him. I do what he wants—continue to look at the stars.

He pushes me headfirst through the window so I’m staring up at the sky and my shoulders are flat against the stone ledge as he leans over me. “This is your chance, koukla mou.”

“Let me fly.” I smile, pulling my arms through the window opening to hold them out.

His fingers flex on my neck as he roughly shakes his head. “Death won’t take you away from me.”

“Prove it.”

My throat constricts as he tightly massages up my neck to grip my jaw, his thumb digging into the joint until I open my mouth. He spits down in a line, then growls, “Mine.” With his hold on my jaw, he pushes me further out of the window, trapping my legs inside the room as he steps between my thighs,spreading his legs. “My filthy little pain slut.” The window ledge digs into the back of my thighs, but the little bite of pain is good.

I prefer this version of Kane: the angry one that doesn’t speak to me softly or make me miss the old version. He roughly pushes three fingers into me, and I moan, uncaring that he can hear me now. It pisses him off and he hooks his two middle fingers over my teeth. The pressure against my jaw increases as he snaps, “Don’t make a fucking noise.”

Stretching my arms out like a scarecrow, I smile up at the stars, more alive than I’ve ever been. He’s hard against my inner thigh, but he doesn’t remove his boxers as he bites into my tit and fucks me harder.

He curls his fingers up, pressing more of his weight against my body. I don’t know what changes, whether it’s the calm atmosphere or feeling his warmth covering me, but he builds me up to my climax faster than ever before.

Making circles on my clit with his thumb, he pushes another finger into me, and the burn forces a moan out of me as my head drops back.

“You want to be my fucking slut?” He spits into my mouth as he drags my head up. “I’ll treat you like a filthy fucking whore.”

He bites my cheek, my neck, any inch of skin that he can find is greeted with his teeth. His elbow hits the edge of the open window in quick succession as he fucks me harder, faster, more violently.

I can’t push my hips back to meet him, so I clench as I arch my back. One bright star is unveiled with the clouds floating out of its path. My eyes widen at the beauty of it, of that one singular source of light outshining the others that neighbor it. It’s big enough to feel like I can reach out and snatch it for myself, but Kane stops me as he abruptly lets go off my jaw.

A scream is ripped from me at the sudden movement as I drop through the air without anything to catch me, and he grabsmy nipple between his first two fingers, twisting and tugging with gravity pulling me down. The fear of falling, the pain, and the way his fingers press against a sensitive spot inside me make me come with his name on my lips.

“Kane!”

My legs are trapped so I don’t fall over the edge. He catches the back of my head before it can slam into the stone edge. His features are darker, turbulent, as he leans over me and drags me up to meet his lips. His kiss is just as violent and claiming. I have to hold the window casing as he slows his fingers, still fucking me, still laying claim to me.

39

KANE

Iwatch the sun slowly rise, illuminating my beautiful wife as she lays on her back beside me. She’s so fucking amazing. I’ve never seen her so peaceful before. Even when we were teenagers, she wasn’t as calm as she is now. That may be due to the fact I refused to let her sleep until she came so many times that she was dripping down my wrist, but I had to. If I didn’t, then she would ignore me.

The sun chases away the cold breeze and Delilah kicks the sheets down, revealing my marks all over her body. Each red bite is like a flag, claiming her as mine. I ghost my thumb over the marks on the underside of her tits. Those are just for us, no one will ever see them, and I know she loves them because she found it harder to look at the sky after each one had been planted on her skin.

Moving my hand further down, I stretch my fingers out with an inch of space between my palm and her stomach. I want that future with her—a child that’s ours, a home, normal jobs, and boring lives. She’ll complain about having to work and we’ll live for the weekends, but with her it would all be worth it. Maybewe aren’t too broken to have it since we actually spoke about our shit. We just have to keep doing it until it’s resolved.

There’s a loud, metallicclunkso I quickly cover her naked body, expecting someone to walk through the door. She’s cute as fuck and grabs my hand as I lift up, covering more of her.

“Kane?” she croaks, voice full of sleep. I want to fuck her throat so she sounds like that all the time.

I hold my finger over my lips as I look behind me at the door. It doesn’t open. There aren’t any footsteps or taps of Helene’s stick, but the metallic noises could be hiding them.

“It’s electric,” Delilah whispers. “It was the same when they locked it.”

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